My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #11: Reach Out Five years ago, I could still call Mum on the telephone and have a conversation. She knew my name. Told me she loved me. Shared a joke or two. I’d go down and help out when Dad was in hospital and I’d introduce her to […]
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Sevenling (When)
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: the Sevenling When I was young I longed for Tinseltown: pop of flashbulbs, frenzy of fans, lust for life. Give me sanctuary, companionship and quietude, away from the hustle and bustle: a familiar face and a couple of cats. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 […]
Sevenling (Who says?)
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: the Sevenling Who says life is all births, deaths and marriages? My life is all land, sea and soul-scapes – shared with you. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 (google images)
Fragile
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #6 – Shimmer The ice queen stared at her frozen looking-glass heart shimmering glimmering its patina of ice scintillating in brittle fragility waiting for the crack of an unfaithful fist the slow-motion shimmy and shatter of smithereens a flurry of pulverised promises each fragment reflecting his face […]
North Norfolk Mammoth
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #24: Cleave poem and dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night #169 At the feet of crumbling cliffs / Norfolk juts its chin at the North Sea Below sand and gravel / stubborn and defiant as Canute Deposited by glaciers / in the flattened landscape Over a million years ago […]
Mountain View from a Window Seat
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Summit in sight guest-hosted by Lynn, who blogs at A Poem in my Pocket At first it lurks behind shrouds of clouds shredded by shards longing for sun to thaw its carapace of snow and ice expose to sky a perfect map of silver river […]
No Regrets
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #10: Hanami “When cherry blossoms scatter – no regrets” Issa Sixteen years ago, we were looking for a new home. We didn’t have much money but we did have a two bedroom bungalow to sell, with a cherry tree in the front garden. We were looking for […]
On Ageing
Another response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Octain Refrain Invaded by an alien blue veins are pulsing marbled mud breasts desiccated, juiceless buds skin has become reptilian amber hair is now dusty grey can’t sleep at night and doze all day heart that once soared now only thuds I have […]
A Seaside Octain
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Octain Refrain In lines of salty poetry beach-combings of sea-shells and stones seaweed and brittle brine-bleached bones polished and arranged in glory deep blues and moody seascape hues the writer navigates a story of washing waves and seagull’s tones in lines of salty […]
Early Morning Exaltation
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics : Poetry is for the Birds, inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29: “the lark at break of day arising / From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate”. Up with the lark’s early morning exaltation of exclamation curlicues and marks that punctuate the sky thrillingly trilling high above open fields […]
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